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    She Ain’t You

    She sat there perplexed by the way i tried to avoid her scorching eyes that penetrated my every desire. I knew it was wrong to feel captivated by her beauty, she was with my best friend trying to contain my annoyance at her acting like this woman is all she needs. When just last night was vividly implanted with my mind; forever engrained i remind myself. She made her intentions clear she wanted me.

    As her body sculpted and purposefully sat in my best friends lap, the wry smile that surpassed my lips made her eyes sparkle and demonstrate this is exactly what she wanted; me. But things couldn’t be that easy and she knew this game of sexual admiration could only go on for so long before i took in the demeanour i needed.  

    I watched from the love seat cushioned within the leather my other friends either side as i was encased in-between, i feel dejected to be circulating such thoughts. The way her cherry coloured lips glistened, watching on as she moistened them with her tongue excruciatingly slow. The dull lighting only created a feeling of unwashed desire and sexual prowess, the glint in her eye as she slid her mouth over her eye lobe. All i could do observe and try to suppress the feeling of angst and my building sexual frustration.

    It was wrong but it felt so right; it was game of cat and mouse and who would give in first, how could i do this. It wasn’t ok to bed my friends lover. But she should be here on my lap draping her skilful hands over my body. I needed her as much as she needed me, i just couldn’t escape this mask of control i pretended existed.

    Stepping into the bathroom i decided i needed to cool down, my body displaying fever like symptoms which was in fact just the reaction to my current observation. The way her hair fell on her sun kissed shoulders, those smouldering orbs that i could only describe as ‘bedroom eyes’. Those were the eyes that i couldn’t escape i wanted her, here and now.

    I was being watched from the door way a brunette with her loud female friends, she had been watching me for a while. And it was a welcome distraction but I needed more than just a ‘come fuck me now’ look from a doorway. The dark haired brunette sashayed her way over to me, careful inspection told me she wanted me even if it would just be for tonight.

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